Getting tanned, bro. [ Mrs.Welsh ]

drake Anthony clark

Drake stepped out of the Dionysus cabin entrance, making his way down the steps and into the blazing sunlight. He was glad he was wearing a bright red Obey snapback, not having to shield his brown eyes from with sun with his hand. Actually, Drake’s snapback was one of the only three things he was wearing, along with his surfer shorts and…well, and his boxers. Could you count them as clothes? He guessed you could, seeing as his shorts were hanging low on his hips and revealing his bright pink boxers at the back. It was fashion to show your ass, bro.
Off to the side of the courtyard, Drake walked over to a patch off grass, wanting to get off the hot stone considering he was not wearing any sneakers or anything. He felt like being lazy and trying to develop more of a tan. He lay down on his back, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes from the sun, breathing in contently. The eighteen year old loved the sun. He loved the heat. The only thing that would make this moment more perfect was a cold beer, his friends and maybe a hot girl. That sounded like the life, but Drake was feeling too lazy to get up and look for any of those, so he just stayed there. He wasn’t complaining, considering it was already like heaven. It was like the gates of heaven, and Drake hadn’t yet fully met heaven.
He had no idea what the hell he was thinking about.
Wishing he had brought his iPod or some form of musical entertainment, Drake propped his torso up on the grass with his elbows, opening his eyes too look out at the busy court yard. Younger demigods were running around, soaking each-other with water guns and throwing water-balloons at one another. Drake smiled slightly, dimples forming at his cheeks. He watched as others passed, not seeing anyone he actually knew enough to talk to. He had been here five years, after all; he knew most, but when summer came, it was full of faces he didn’t know and didn’t intend to get to know. Meeting people involved effort, and Drake was much too lazy. He let people come to him. The only time he ever put himself out to get to know someone was when it was a pretty girl, but the last time that had happened was in McDonalds when Drake had got her digits before realizing too late that he actually didn’t have a phone.
Oh, the irony. He had to be the only eighteen year old without a phone. It sucked.

drake Anthony clark

His eyes snapping up from the group of Demigods that were soaking each-other, Drake focused on a girl that stood before him, not recognising her. Maybe Drake took back what he had thought earlier about knowing everyone, considering he had never seen this girl before in his life. He smiled up at her, attempting the be nice to her because she was being nice to him.
Confused at her question, Drake frowned slightly as he looked down at his half-naked self, assuming it had been obvious what he was doing. I mean, when you see a guy shirtless and lying on the grass beneath the boiling hot sun, what else do you think they'd be doing? Drake tried not to be sarcastic though, not wanting to make any enemies. He had been making enemies from the age of eight, and didn't really wish to build up the list of people that despised him. He didn't even know If people did hate him, even though he had people that didnt like him.
Pulling his snapback off for a moment when making sure his brown hair was ruffled, Drake adjusted the Jesus bracelets around his left wrist. He always wore bracelets around this wrist, whether string or Jesus bracelets, to cover the scars that lay there from when he had once self-harmed. Not many people knew about that, and he tried to keep it that way. He didn't really think the scars reflected him at all, and It went completely against his personality.
"Uh...hi." Drake raised an dark eyebrow, pulling his hat on once more. He kept his smile on his lips, his head tilting his face back towards the ball of fire that held high In the sky, closing his eyes once more as he chose to answer the girl, his English accent thick and slightly recognising hers. "I'm sun-bathing. What are you doing?" He asked her, lying back again and not knowing whether she was going to stick around and answer of leave.